They are complete shit at dealing with my mental health needs.
Today I went to see a so called "mental health professional", yeah, right, she looked like a bottle of vinegar and cared about as much.
It was nothing serious, just I have to go to Oxlea for some talkative therapy and today I had to see them for a renewal on my meds.
Vinegar face: "So how have you been feeling in yourself recently?!
Me: "I'm ok."
Vinegar face: "And how are things with your mother?"
Me: "They're better, we've got on a lot better recently.."
Vinegar face: "Okay."
Vinegar face: "So why have you come here today, Elizabeth?"
Me: "Um, an appointment was booked for a repeat prescripton of my medication."
Vinegar face: "But you're feeling okay at the moment?"
Me: "Yeah."
Vinegar face: "Well what do you want to get out of these sessions? You told Julie (another so called professional, hey, I like Julie, she's nice) that your medication seemed to be having no effect on you so why are you asking for a prescription?"
Me: "I didn't ask for a prescription. You sent me a letter saying that I needed one. I'd like to change my medication."
Vinegar face: "Why would you like to change your medication? What do you want out of these sessions if you're feeling fine at the moment?"
Me: "I want medication that actually helps the manic depression."
Vinegar face: "What manic depression? I have seen no manic tendancies in you."
- Bearing in mind this woman has met me once and I have been diagnosed by a doctor as manic depressive.
Vinegar face: "All in all, Elizabeth, I see no point in you continuing on with your medication. It would be like taking a perfectly healthy appendix out of you for no reason."
- WTF?!
Vinegar face: "You say you're fine at the moment, so there isn't any point in you continuing on the Fluoxetine."
Me: "Yeah, at the moment, I'm okay. Who's to say tomorrow I wont end up in hospital having taken an overdose or something?"
Vinegar face: "Well you're fine at the moment so there is no need to give you your medication."
- Bearing in fucking mind that you are supposed to be weaned off of Fluoxetine should you change your medication or something.
Vinegar face: "I see no cuts on your arms. That means you aren't depressed so you need to medication"
Me: "Um *glances at legs*....."
Vinegar face: "Well thats all for today. I will schedual another appointment for.... three months time?"
Me: *SLAM* that was the door in her face.
I am so fucking annoyed!!! How dare she decide to take me off the meds? I know for a FACT that that decision is not in her hands, it is in the hands of the head psychiatrist there.
I'm going to phone and complain tomorrow, especially about the way she treated me.
So now, no meds. Guess who will ben suicidal again soon.
Each year more than 250,000 people are admitted to psychiatric hospitals and over 4,000 people take their own lives. - Mind.org
It was nothing serious, just I have to go to Oxlea for some talkative therapy and today I had to see them for a renewal on my meds.
Vinegar face: "So how have you been feeling in yourself recently?!
Me: "I'm ok."
Vinegar face: "And how are things with your mother?"
Me: "They're better, we've got on a lot better recently.."
Vinegar face: "Okay."
Vinegar face: "So why have you come here today, Elizabeth?"
Me: "Um, an appointment was booked for a repeat prescripton of my medication."
Vinegar face: "But you're feeling okay at the moment?"
Me: "Yeah."
Vinegar face: "Well what do you want to get out of these sessions? You told Julie (another so called professional, hey, I like Julie, she's nice) that your medication seemed to be having no effect on you so why are you asking for a prescription?"
Me: "I didn't ask for a prescription. You sent me a letter saying that I needed one. I'd like to change my medication."
Vinegar face: "Why would you like to change your medication? What do you want out of these sessions if you're feeling fine at the moment?"
Me: "I want medication that actually helps the manic depression."
Vinegar face: "What manic depression? I have seen no manic tendancies in you."
- Bearing in mind this woman has met me once and I have been diagnosed by a doctor as manic depressive.
Vinegar face: "All in all, Elizabeth, I see no point in you continuing on with your medication. It would be like taking a perfectly healthy appendix out of you for no reason."
- WTF?!
Vinegar face: "You say you're fine at the moment, so there isn't any point in you continuing on the Fluoxetine."
Me: "Yeah, at the moment, I'm okay. Who's to say tomorrow I wont end up in hospital having taken an overdose or something?"
Vinegar face: "Well you're fine at the moment so there is no need to give you your medication."
- Bearing in fucking mind that you are supposed to be weaned off of Fluoxetine should you change your medication or something.
Vinegar face: "I see no cuts on your arms. That means you aren't depressed so you need to medication"
Me: "Um *glances at legs*....."
Vinegar face: "Well thats all for today. I will schedual another appointment for.... three months time?"
Me: *SLAM* that was the door in her face.
I am so fucking annoyed!!! How dare she decide to take me off the meds? I know for a FACT that that decision is not in her hands, it is in the hands of the head psychiatrist there.
I'm going to phone and complain tomorrow, especially about the way she treated me.
So now, no meds. Guess who will ben suicidal again soon.